Macys P.O.V
My alarm goes off the next morning and pulls me out of the pleasant dream I was having; in my dream, my grandfather and I were engaged in a game of cards. After hastily reaching for my phone off the nightstand, I silenced the alarm and fell back down in bed for a few moments to reflect on the past few years of my life.My grandparents have been me and my brothers' primary caregivers for the past twenty-two years of my life. As soon as I was born, my mother began doing drugs because she was unable to cope with the death of my father. One day, she said she wanted to introduce us to my grandparents, so she brought me and my brother over to their house. She lied to them that she needed to go to the store to pick up a few things, and she never came back to get me after she left.At least Mother didn't start using drugs until after I was born, which is a huge relief.Little favors, I guess.They didn't give it a second thought to take us in and raise us. Over the course of the first few years of my life, both of my grandparents made numerous attempts to get in touch with my mother. They were not seeking for her because they wanted to give us back to her. They were looking for her because they wanted to help her.She is not their daughter. They are my grandfather and grandmother, on my fathers side. When my parents found out they were pregnant with me, they had just graduated from college. I am told that at the time, they were very much in love. My father passed away from a heart condition before my mother even realized she was pregnant with me.You see, my brother was not their biological grandson. His father was another man my mother had met when she was still in high school. That didn't matter to Mae and Donald, though. They still took him in right along with me.My father never got to meet me. She became addicted to drugs as a means of coping with the loss of him, and apparently, I was malnourished. I imagine that she did not take care of me in the way that she was supposed to.My mother never made an effort to get in touch with us, regardless of the reason. Even a birthday card wishing me well was skipped over by her. For the first few years, I waited on the front porch every birthday for the mailman to bring us our mail, in the vain hope that I would receive something from her.However, she never sent me anything.Around the age of thirteen is when I decided to give up on that. Because she was the one who brought me to my grandparents, I told myself that she was aware of where I am and would take the necessary steps to contact me if she wished to do so.My grandparents have provided us with everything we ever needed. They never missed a school baseball game, a school talent show, or any of the events that me and my brother and I were having at school.They never missed a single one of those events. I never doubted for a second that my family would be there to support me in the stands, even if some of the games required them to travel several hours to be there.Every night, before he put me to bed, my grandfather would read me stories, and we always followed the same routine. After he was done telling me the story, he would carry me into the kitchen and grab a drink of water for both of us. After I had finished my homework each night, my grandfather, brother, and I would sit down for a game of gold fish, which was one of our favorite card games to play together.I believe that most of the time, he allowed me to win because, according to him, I have a difficult time accepting defeat.My grandma made sure that my Halloween outfits were always among the most beautiful that could be found around our town. She would devote days ensuring that each and every aspect was flawless.Spending time in the kitchen with my grandmother is one of my favorite things to do. She has taught me how to make so many delicious treats that I now have a whole notebook full of recipes.I lost my brother when I was just sixteen years old. I'll admit that losing him messed me up. I'd have nightmares every night of my brother being killed. The. nightmares had gotten so bad that my grandparents were forced to put me on sleeping medicine.I no longer dreamed.When my grandfather was driving home late one night two years ago, he was involved in an automobile accident. The doctor assured us that he did not suffer and that he had passed away on impact. Although I did not want my grandfather to pass away, I am grateful that he did not suffer before passing away.I was a complete disaster for several weeks, and as a result of losing the man who was the only father I knew.Something inside of me was severely damaged when my grandfather passed away. I was going to college to become a registered nurse but ended up stopping mid semester. Although my grandmother is often nagging at me about that, the truth is that after my grandfather passed away, I did feel a little bit down in the dumps.I was in such a state that I would not even leave my room for several weeks because I was so distraught. The only reason I came out was to eat and use the restroom.The person who ultimately saved me was my grandmother. One morning, she barged her way into my room and all but dragged me out and plopped me down in the recliner that belonged to my grandfather. She then preceded to tell me that my grandfather would be disappointed to see me letting my life go to waste just because he had passed away.Although it was really harsh, hearing it helped me gain some perspective on the situation.My brain was scrambled, but she put it back together again, and the next day, I called the college. They told me that I had missed too many days and that I would need to begin the program all over again the following year.However, before I could travel back, we discovered that my grandmother's lungs were beginning to fail. She needs a transplant. The difficulty with it is the cost of transplant surgeryWe do not have that amount of money, especially considering the fact that my grandma and her grandpa could only afford to pay for affordable insurance. After they retired, they decided to take in a child and promptly used up all of their savings on the child.Over the years, they each picked up part-time work, but nothing that would have been considered excessively demanding on them.I have been working nearly nonstop ever since. I do not regret my decision. I have been putting aside as much money as I can while still ensuring that we have enough to survive. Because my grandmother is unable to work at this point in her life, I am responsible for everything.I am not in the least bit complaining; all I am saying is that it is difficult to pay the bills and save money for a procedure that could save a life.The previous year, I made the decision to begin working at a local animal hospital since I simply could not bring myself to enter the field of human medicine.Because he understands the motivation behind my actions, the vet at the clinic is extremely kind to me and makes it possible for me to put in longer hours than the law permits.I am essentially the only worker he has for the vet assistant position. I'm similar to a medical assistant, except I work with animals instead. I support the veterinarian in any way that he requires, in addition to assisting with the collection of information and vital signs from the animals who visit the clinic.It is literally the worst thing in the world to have to work virtually every single day, yet it is necessary. My eyebrows and my nails are in terrible shape, and it's been months since I've colored my hair.My appearance is a total disaster.My grandmother asked me to buy something for myself with my money, but I just can't do it. As I've mentioned, I put every single dime that I have into that glass jar. My grandparents made many sacrifices for me, and now it is my responsibility to make sacrifices for my grandmother.The shape of my hair, nails, and eyebrows is the least of my concerns at the moment.The most important thing to me is ensuring that my grandmother lives.If I end up losing her because I can not gather enough money, I do not know what I will do with my life. I am not even exaggerating when I say that I will probably suffer a mental breakdown.When I was thirteen, my mom's parents made an attempt to remove me from the care of my grandparents. The judge believed that I was old enough to make my own decision, and it should come as no surprise that I went with Donald and Mae Campbell.Since the day my mother dropped me off to live with them, they've taken care of everything for me, but my mother's parents put off taking responsibility for me until I was an adult. It would appear that my mother's parents knew about it right from the beginning, thanks to the private investigator that my grandfather hired.Why would they wait until I was older?Our best guess is that they did not want the responsibility of raising a young child. They did not even make an attempt to get in touch with me again. I suppose they believed that they had fulfilled their responsibilities and made an effort.They could have continued to be a part of my life despite the fact that I had stated that I would not live with them. I had never said that I did not have an interest in getting to know them.My relationship with my grandmother is the only thing in this world that holds any significance for me. Of course, I have a few friends, but other than my grandmother, I don't have any other close relatives.I can not stand by and watch her die without making an effort to save her life. Which is why I pretty much put an end to my own life. I start work at seven in the morning and stay until seven at night, six days a week.At first, Dr. Raymond, my boss, proposed that I share the days with another employee so that I would not have to put in so much long hours of work. I told him that I needed all of the hours that I could obtain.Even though he was kind enough to offer, I was unable to accept the help. I would make sure I am at work every day no matter what.Coffee, chocolates, and Monster energy drinks are the main sources of sustenance in my diet. It's okay, even though I know that my grandma would be horrified to learn that I consume such a large quantity of those drinks.When I finally get her the surgery that she needs, all of this will have been worthwhile. I want to put a side as much money as I possibly can in case I get a phone call informing me that they have, at long last, found a match. She is at the top of the list, but believe it or not, it is extremely difficult to find lungs that match.It has been months, and I'm beginning to give up hope, despite the fact that I would never dream of expressing such sentiments to my grandmother.I let out a quiet sigh, pushed all of my thoughts out of my head, and carefully got out of bed. It's time for me to get ready for work. My grandmother is most likely preparing some food for me to eat for breakfast as well as putting together a bag for my lunch.I tried to reassure her that she didn't need to worry about that and that she should get as much rest as she could, but she wouldn't listen to me. She claims that as soon as she sees me off to work, she goes back to bed and immediately falls asleep.She better.Her physician has recommended that she spend some time in the hospital, but she continues to reject his advice. She stated that if she were to pass away, she desired to do it in the comfort of her own home.While I am at work, she is looked after by a nursing assistant who visits with her during the day. At least that portion of that bill is covered by the health insurance.I honestly do not know what I would do if it was not.I hastily shower and get dressed for work in my bathroom before heading out the door. Today, I am working in my go-to scrubs, which I purchased as a set from a thrift shop not too far from here when I first started my new job.It is covered in adorable puppies that are making goofy expressions.As I hurriedly ran my brush through my hair and pulled it back into a messy ponytail, I was immediately greeted by the aroma of waffles. My grandmother knows that waffles are my favorite thing to eat for breakfas. It's sticky and yummy and just a good way to start the day.Before she makes them, she incorporates chocolate chips and fresh fruits into the batter mix.When I step into the kitchen, I notice my grandmother standing in front of the stove. My grandfather remodeled this kitchen for her many years ago, claiming that she spent so much time in it that she deserved a lovely one. It wasn't even horrible before; I simply think he wanted to do something special for her, and he knew how much she enjoyed cooking. For her, he upgraded the refrigerator and stove. If you don't want a complete tour of her restaurant-style oven, don't even bring it up. She jerked her oxygen tank as she reached for the bowl of sliced strawberries and poured them onto the skillet. "You should be laying down, Grandma." I tell her quietly, a scowl on my lips forming as I wrapped my arm around her and hugged her. "Ava, every morning, you tell me that, and I tell you the same thing. I'd be better off dead if I stayed in bed all day. Let me look after you while I'm still here, okay?" She whispers sweetly, encircling me with one arm and caressing me back as the other hold
I'm ten minutes from the vet clinic and pulled into the convenience store on the same road, needing to get a few things to get my tired body through the long hours of work. I quickly killed my car, grabbed my purse, opened the door and stepped out, and locked it before heading into the store.“Hi Mr. Charlie,” I greeted the elderly man who owned the store and headed straight towards the back of the store to the fridges that held the drinks.I needed an energy drink.“Hello dear. How's Mae doing today?” He asked about my grandma, worry lacing his voice. I actually think he has a crush on my grandma. His wife died years ago due to a bad car wreck, and I am told by my grandma herself that Mr. Charlie was a very funny man. Whatever that means. My grandma though will never move on from my grandpa and the thought makes me both happy that he would never get replaced in her heart and sad for her because that means she will stay alone until it was her time to meet back up with my grandpa i
I made it home a few minutes later, and to my horror, my grandma was standing outside in the light drizzle, holding her portable oxygen tank tightly in her arms and waved me at me when I stopped the car directly in front of her.“Grandma, what are you doing? I would have gone inside to help you,” I complained, leaned over, and opened the door for her. “You should not be outside in this weather.”“Oh, Macy, it's alright,” she gasped and climbed into my car. “Let's go.”“Where are we going?” I asked her, hoping she would give me the answer this time.She didn't answer me again. Instead, she was typing something on her phone, and suddenly, I heard the GPS robotic voice telling me to stay straight for two miles.“Okay,” I exhaled, put the car into drive, and headed down the road, curious as to what was going on. Why is she acting weird about this errand? “Why can't you tell me now? Is something wrong?” I asked quickly, thinking something was wrong.“Just drive, sweetie,” my grandma said,
I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm actually going to meet my dead brother's old fraternity brother, who I have not seen or spoken to in years. He said he had an offer to make me, and I'm drowning right in. Anything could help me at this point. I'm hoping he will give me is a job. That suit he was wearing today didn't look expensive, neither did the watch he had on his wrist that only made the tattoo around his wrist more pronounced. I was nervous as I pulled up into the abandoned parking garage. It's late at night, and it's passed dark out. I had realized I have watched far too many horror movies. It's never a good idea for a woman to be walking around a garage late at night when no one is around to hear her scream. It is unclear to me why we couldn't have had this conversation during the day. Instead, I feel like I'm doing something shameful, sneaking around at night when no one is around to see. I walk towards the elevator and notice a man still sitting inside the small securi
While Nickolas's offer was extraordinarily generous, I told him I needed at least a day to think about it. I couldn't stop feeling like I was prostituting my body out for money. I mean, I incidentally was, just not in the way that, well, the other types of ladies do, and if my grandma ever found out, she wouldn't be too pleased with me.I'm not going to lie. That money is sounding pretty darn good to me right now, I just need to think about it a little more. I would sign myself away for months. My life will turn into chaos with the media hounding us about the engagement and being dragged along to events with boring, stuffy nosed people wanting to make more money.Nickolas explained to me just what exactly he would expect of me during our little contract time. I have to stay at his house. I will have to help him host dinner parties for significant, rich families, and I will always have to look my best while doing it. A CEO's fiancé is expected to maintain a certain appearance, and h
I stayed for a few hours, had dinner with her, and listened to stories from the past of her and Renee's high-school antics. Apparently, my grandma used to be the rebel type back in her day, black fingernails, and leather jackets, and she explained to me all the crazy different colors she used to add to her hair.I never had nursing home food, and I was happy to know my grandma was at least eating well while staying there. The chicken fried steak and green bean casserole were wonderful, I just had to add a tiny extra salt and pepper. I kissed my grandma goodnight and told Renee that I'd be back to play a game of dominoes with them and headed home.I made my decision. Becoming his bride, all because I signed a contract, wasn't something I wanted to do, but it was something I was going to have to do for my grandma. She is getting worse, and if they called tomorrow for her transplant, I wouldn't be able to afford it. I went straight home and packed a suitcase. I was almost positive he
I will admit, tonight's supper could have gone a lot better and a bit more smooth on both of our parts. The lady continued asking me uncomfortable and unneeded questions, which were just resulting in me becoming apprehensive about myself and would wind up with me shuffling over my words. It also did not encourage me when Nickolas was shooting daggers at me each time I said something he found inappropriate. I was trying my best with what limited knowledge I knew about our contract, but it's not like I could outright lie when one of the Johnsons would ask me something about my home life. I have no shame about anything that has happened to me in the past, and I will not be apologizing because my mother was indeed absent from my life because she became a substance misuser. I'll admit, I could have probably kept that little piece of information to myself. Again, I was not thoroughly prepared when I came here tonight to be thrown to the wolves. That's undoubtedly how I, personally, vi
Today is already starting out unpleasant. I tore my second favorite scrub bottoms, the ones that bore adorable kittens on them. My grandma had struggled to sew the hole shut and ended up giving up because her shaking hands can no longer handle the needle and thread anymore.Then I was at the pharmacy to pick up my grandma's new medication, and the pharmacist tried telling me my grandma's health insurance was canceled. I couldn't afford to pay for her medicine without the insurance. After ten minutes of arguing with the older lady, I stepped aside, called her health insurance company. I then proceeded to be on the phone with a man who sounded very annoyed with his job.And now I am stuck in traffic and have been in the same spot for at least twenty minutes. Twenty minutes doesn't sound like enough time to get someone frustrated, but as I already said, it's been a rough day. It would be so much easier if my brother was still here. Sadly, he passed away when I was just sixteen years o